Title: Fallen into despair (5/?)
Author: Michael Dunbar
Summary: Xander falls into something that changes him. BX romance.
Disclaimer: Joss owns Buffy and so do mutant enemy, I only own the idea of the story.
Timeline: Post season 4. X/A split up earlier on in the year, Riley had left after the Adam fiasco leaving Buffy alone. B/X had gone out on a few dates. Angel will show up in this although it will be season 1 and when he gets first put in the pit.
Rating: R For Violence
Couple: B/X of course!!!!
Distribution: Ask and yee shall receive
Beta Read by: White werewolf
Dedicated to everyone I like, which is everyone:)
Feedback: If you like this, please tell me as I thrive on feedback.
Author's notes: it's back in the present
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Xander relaxes himself and rests on the balls of his feet. He feels the tension in the air, and the crowd for once is silent as they wait for the challenger to enter. Angel, Xander can't say what he's going to do. He doesn't know himself. It's a situation that he can't see no way out of, he sighs. A flash of brown hair catches his eye in the crowd above, but Xander just mistakes it for wishful thinking, it can't be Cordelia, it can't be anyone he knows. They haven't found him; it's just his hope boiling in his blood again. Xander casts his eyes down then sighs as he hears the door unlocked.
Angel falls to the sand; he stands up uncertainly and looks around, the crowd look on with eager eyes that are waiting for blood. The vampire feels the anger within him rise as he sees the guy responsible for putting him in here, he sits comfortable in a throne-like chair just above one of the doors. Angel finally casts his eyes to Xander, he's unmoving, his legs are slightly apart and his arms are flexed but his head is turned down. He's got nothing to worry about, after all Xander is hardly going to hurt him. Then again, he doesn't know.
But Xander knows different, he'd seen what happened to two demons that wouldn't fight, the way the boss had them tortured and then killed right there in the pit, and he wants none of that. His survival instinct takes over; he looks up and says a prayer for Angel, before he leaps.
Angel sees a flash of brown hair in the crowd, but he is then sidetracked by an immense feeling of pain in his chest, Xander's hand is bending his ribs unnaturally and Angel feels and hears one of them snap under the pressure, which makes him scream out in pain. His foot kicks out catching Xander in the gut and sending the human to the floor. Xander rolls and comes back with a more powerful punch to the jaw, it breaks in a few places and then blood can be seen as it trickles out of Angel's mouth down his broken chin. He screams out in anger and follows through with a punch to Xander's ribs, one snaps but Xander's eyes remain normal and he makes no murmur. He punches again and again, letting the ribs snap under his nonhuman strength but Xander remains as he was, his eyes fixed, his goal now clear to Angel.
To kill him.
Xander feels a few punches at his ribs, but compared with what his body had been through in the past year they were mere pinpricks. He drops and swipes Angel's legs out and forces his elbow into the demon's gut as he falls, Angel's body sinks into the sand full force and he lets out a grunt of pain. Xander jumps up to his feet, and then kicks down on Angel's leg hearing it snap as he does, Angel screams in agony but swipes his now torn leg into Xander's and makes the human fall.
Angel slowly pulls himself backward till his back touches the brickwork. He feels numb, the pain tearing through his body had died down some, but the after shock was still setting up.
He looks at Xander, the human, he stands tall, several broken ribs in his chest yet he shows no indication of been in pain. Angel had heard the other demons; they called him something, something like "Unstoppable mortal", now he knows why. He looks into Xander's eyes and sees the clear change, this man, boy, whatever, isn't alive, and his eyes show the clear truth, that he is surviving, but to do so he has had to pay the price of himself.
The numbness fades and the reality of pain comes back, he feels the snapped leg softly with his hand. He can't beat Xander, that truth he thought he'd never hear, but he can't, all he can do is hope, hope that the hair and face he saw was Cordelia and that they'll help him and Xander out of here.
Xander looks at the fallen vampire; his face contorted with pain and wonders something, a question that his mind had wanted to ask for so long.
Why was he afraid of him?
Why was he always scared of this vampire?
A creature that can't stand a few broken bones.
Xander sighs, he wasn't the same back then, he wasn't the fighter he is today, and he wasn't anything really. Just a machine that spewed out jokes once in a while.
He can't answer, he just sets himself to survival mode again, and he hears the thud as the swords hit the sand.
ROUND 2
When opponents can't kill each other with bare hands, say if ones a vampire, then weapons are introduced. Swords, stakes, axes, or any other type of killing device you can think of.
Xander prefers the swords. He'd survived a few battles with them, maybe he isn't the best of swordsmen, but he definitely isn't the worst. He walks over to the weapons and picks them both up.
Angel remains still, his back still against the wall at the other side of the pit as he does. Xander walks back to the centre and then slides one with his foot to Angel's hand who grasps it firmly.
Xander may not be a 17th century knights with honour, armour and all, but he knows when to be a good man.
Angel pulls himself up with the help of the wall and winces as weight is put on his mending leg, but even vampire healing has its limits. It can't mend a broken leg that isn't set; he turns, and with a grimace, slams it hard into the wall and his scream echoes around the pit. He turns sword in hand, his face is a mask of pain, and then steps lightly forward.
Xander has his arm outstretched and his knees slightly bent; his sword feels weightless in his grip. He feels the strike and parries, he sees the stab and avoids it, and the metal clashes.
Clashes and flying sparks are all around as the two swords fight for supremacy. He counters and then parries, stabs and then slices. The speed of their hands becoming faster, the swords becoming a blur to the eye, all that can be seen is electricity as the swords meet.
Angel ducks and avoids a hit, and then he drops to the floor and strikes with his weak leg. He lets out a grunt himself as he hits his target. Xander drops like a stone, but to Angel's surprise, he rolls backwards and jumps back up. Then he steps forward and strikes. The vampire avoids it and counters, that is then blocked, the dance between the two becoming more tiresome as the seconds count down.
Xander can see the boss out of the corner of his eye. He hates that guy with a ferocity he'd never known in his life, because he'd taken his life away. He looks at his watch as if he was tired from being here. The alarm bells ring out in Xander's head; if he gets bored then he orders deaths. That's the way it goes, that's the way Xander's seen it before. He sees an opening in Angel's defence and strikes, he fades one hit to the left then goes right, he strikes and slices Angel's arm and then twists his body to strike Angel's sword hard. The sword flies from Angel's hand and careens through the air landing in the sand at the opposite end of the pit, Xander looks at Angel and then his sword.
Angel can feel the sweat running down his cheek. He sees the sword slash through the air and closes his eyes as he feels the wind; caused by it, caress his face.
Author: Michael Dunbar
Summary: Xander falls into something that changes him. BX romance.
Disclaimer: Joss owns Buffy and so do mutant enemy, I only own the idea of the story.
Timeline: Post season 4. X/A split up earlier on in the year, Riley had left after the Adam fiasco leaving Buffy alone. B/X had gone out on a few dates. Angel will show up in this although it will be season 1 and when he gets first put in the pit.
Rating: R For Violence
Couple: B/X of course!!!!
Distribution: Ask and yee shall receive
Beta Read by: White werewolf
Dedicated to everyone I like, which is everyone:)
Feedback: If you like this, please tell me as I thrive on feedback.
Author's notes: it's back in the present
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Xander relaxes himself and rests on the balls of his feet. He feels the tension in the air, and the crowd for once is silent as they wait for the challenger to enter. Angel, Xander can't say what he's going to do. He doesn't know himself. It's a situation that he can't see no way out of, he sighs. A flash of brown hair catches his eye in the crowd above, but Xander just mistakes it for wishful thinking, it can't be Cordelia, it can't be anyone he knows. They haven't found him; it's just his hope boiling in his blood again. Xander casts his eyes down then sighs as he hears the door unlocked.
Angel falls to the sand; he stands up uncertainly and looks around, the crowd look on with eager eyes that are waiting for blood. The vampire feels the anger within him rise as he sees the guy responsible for putting him in here, he sits comfortable in a throne-like chair just above one of the doors. Angel finally casts his eyes to Xander, he's unmoving, his legs are slightly apart and his arms are flexed but his head is turned down. He's got nothing to worry about, after all Xander is hardly going to hurt him. Then again, he doesn't know.
But Xander knows different, he'd seen what happened to two demons that wouldn't fight, the way the boss had them tortured and then killed right there in the pit, and he wants none of that. His survival instinct takes over; he looks up and says a prayer for Angel, before he leaps.
Angel sees a flash of brown hair in the crowd, but he is then sidetracked by an immense feeling of pain in his chest, Xander's hand is bending his ribs unnaturally and Angel feels and hears one of them snap under the pressure, which makes him scream out in pain. His foot kicks out catching Xander in the gut and sending the human to the floor. Xander rolls and comes back with a more powerful punch to the jaw, it breaks in a few places and then blood can be seen as it trickles out of Angel's mouth down his broken chin. He screams out in anger and follows through with a punch to Xander's ribs, one snaps but Xander's eyes remain normal and he makes no murmur. He punches again and again, letting the ribs snap under his nonhuman strength but Xander remains as he was, his eyes fixed, his goal now clear to Angel.
To kill him.
Xander feels a few punches at his ribs, but compared with what his body had been through in the past year they were mere pinpricks. He drops and swipes Angel's legs out and forces his elbow into the demon's gut as he falls, Angel's body sinks into the sand full force and he lets out a grunt of pain. Xander jumps up to his feet, and then kicks down on Angel's leg hearing it snap as he does, Angel screams in agony but swipes his now torn leg into Xander's and makes the human fall.
Angel slowly pulls himself backward till his back touches the brickwork. He feels numb, the pain tearing through his body had died down some, but the after shock was still setting up.
He looks at Xander, the human, he stands tall, several broken ribs in his chest yet he shows no indication of been in pain. Angel had heard the other demons; they called him something, something like "Unstoppable mortal", now he knows why. He looks into Xander's eyes and sees the clear change, this man, boy, whatever, isn't alive, and his eyes show the clear truth, that he is surviving, but to do so he has had to pay the price of himself.
The numbness fades and the reality of pain comes back, he feels the snapped leg softly with his hand. He can't beat Xander, that truth he thought he'd never hear, but he can't, all he can do is hope, hope that the hair and face he saw was Cordelia and that they'll help him and Xander out of here.
Xander looks at the fallen vampire; his face contorted with pain and wonders something, a question that his mind had wanted to ask for so long.
Why was he afraid of him?
Why was he always scared of this vampire?
A creature that can't stand a few broken bones.
Xander sighs, he wasn't the same back then, he wasn't the fighter he is today, and he wasn't anything really. Just a machine that spewed out jokes once in a while.
He can't answer, he just sets himself to survival mode again, and he hears the thud as the swords hit the sand.
ROUND 2
When opponents can't kill each other with bare hands, say if ones a vampire, then weapons are introduced. Swords, stakes, axes, or any other type of killing device you can think of.
Xander prefers the swords. He'd survived a few battles with them, maybe he isn't the best of swordsmen, but he definitely isn't the worst. He walks over to the weapons and picks them both up.
Angel remains still, his back still against the wall at the other side of the pit as he does. Xander walks back to the centre and then slides one with his foot to Angel's hand who grasps it firmly.
Xander may not be a 17th century knights with honour, armour and all, but he knows when to be a good man.
Angel pulls himself up with the help of the wall and winces as weight is put on his mending leg, but even vampire healing has its limits. It can't mend a broken leg that isn't set; he turns, and with a grimace, slams it hard into the wall and his scream echoes around the pit. He turns sword in hand, his face is a mask of pain, and then steps lightly forward.
Xander has his arm outstretched and his knees slightly bent; his sword feels weightless in his grip. He feels the strike and parries, he sees the stab and avoids it, and the metal clashes.
Clashes and flying sparks are all around as the two swords fight for supremacy. He counters and then parries, stabs and then slices. The speed of their hands becoming faster, the swords becoming a blur to the eye, all that can be seen is electricity as the swords meet.
Angel ducks and avoids a hit, and then he drops to the floor and strikes with his weak leg. He lets out a grunt himself as he hits his target. Xander drops like a stone, but to Angel's surprise, he rolls backwards and jumps back up. Then he steps forward and strikes. The vampire avoids it and counters, that is then blocked, the dance between the two becoming more tiresome as the seconds count down.
Xander can see the boss out of the corner of his eye. He hates that guy with a ferocity he'd never known in his life, because he'd taken his life away. He looks at his watch as if he was tired from being here. The alarm bells ring out in Xander's head; if he gets bored then he orders deaths. That's the way it goes, that's the way Xander's seen it before. He sees an opening in Angel's defence and strikes, he fades one hit to the left then goes right, he strikes and slices Angel's arm and then twists his body to strike Angel's sword hard. The sword flies from Angel's hand and careens through the air landing in the sand at the opposite end of the pit, Xander looks at Angel and then his sword.
Angel can feel the sweat running down his cheek. He sees the sword slash through the air and closes his eyes as he feels the wind; caused by it, caress his face.